I knew everyone already. All that I needed to know anyway. Their names, addresses, spouses if any, hobbies, habits—good and bad—who they fucked, where they drank, partied, and/or lay down their heads at night. It might sound morbid, and perhaps it was, but after spending enough time with Gareth as an employee and now as a friend, I’d become well aware of the importance and power of information.
